fat folks with broken cars

now playing: marty higgins, "drivin' her home"


last night, jayda and i sat on the bench outside pep boys for over three hours (not including a trip to dairyland, our favorite strip-mall burgerjoint), waiting for a brake and rotor job to finish up...we wrote a really bad poem about a very hefty lady with a full-on, don-johnson-circa-miami-vice 5 o'clock shadow (seriously. she shaves. you can tell when a person shaves, and she shaves.) of my two favorite dairyland waitresses, only carly was working last night - angie wasn't there. we thought about walking to the mall, but it was threatening to rain the entire time, so we discounted the option.

when i got home, i spent some time helping her with her "board game" project, but then went to bed well before ten...which is a sign of something bad, i think. two gigs this weekend...can't afford to get sick just yet.

been thinking a lot about this today...found out about it just as the controversy over the pentagon's objection to photos of military casualties being brought home at Dover AFB began to erupt.

i really don't think that america puts a face to the people who fight and die amidst this insanity.

i think it's about time they did.

unlike most of those who've been called upon, though, tillman actually asked for this lot in life. this was something that he wanted to do, and he walked away from a much more prosperous path to do so. it should be pointed out that tillman died in afghanistan and not in iraq, although he had already been deployed to iraq and had returned home...afghanistan was his second deployment.

there's a slight irony in the fact that tillman was a constituent of john mccain, who is lobbying to send 15,000 more troops to iraq to take his place.